Parental Mistakes My Mother was called Miriam, but mostly just “Mim,” I didn't know my real Dad, knew nothing, about him. Ma had a fancy, upon a mad whim, I was the result of their passion and sin. I dont blame either for their brief little fling, for without it, I'd never have known life, and what it can bring. It was great good luck, that Ma's hubby Peter, driver of trucks, saw me when I was born, and knew what she'd do...
It amazes me that we all seem to be looking for the same things in our lives.To be accepted by others for who and what we are. Yet I read some of the work and the comments here. Things that rings loud as I read, disturb me sometimes. Being a live and let live person, who is far from perfect myself,I have to ask, what makes another criticize or condemn someone else, for petty things or choices they make? Choices belong to...
It was a tragedy that he died, It was a tragedy that she died, It was a tragedy that the train derailed, It was a tragedy that the van overturned, It was a tragedy that the car veered off the road, It was a tragedy that the tornado created so much damage, It was a tragedy that the monsoons returned as usual and so many lost their lives. It was a tragedy. What is life but one long tragedy? Do we even understand the meaning...
This rant only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Who do you think you are? Some deity, who can do as they wish, and have people sacrifice upon their perfect altars? Some king or queen who is given everything they wish for, with everybody bowing at their feet and agreeing? Sycophants, the lot of you!You say one thing, but think another. You tell those you profess to care about...
I felt numb. I needed clean clothes and a shower. I felt.... dirty. I needed to stop seeing Billy entwined with that woman as though their two bodies were one. The harder I tried not to think about it, the more I saw all the details in my head. I could still see her legs lifted across his shoulders. I could still hear the primitive sounds of their passion escaping their throats and her scream as she begged for more. I sti...
Buzzing Bee was sad and glum Because she did not have a chum. Without a single friend to play, How lonely she was every day. “Everyone’s afraid of me,” Cried the little buzzing bee. “It is my stinger, they do fear. No one ever will come near!” So by herself she always was, With no one else to play or buzz. But then one day a scorpion She did happen to come upon. He was basking in the sun, Saw her, and was about to run....
It is said that we live in a free society. I question that and wonder if we are truly free, why has society attached so many strings, saying to us, you can belong if you do this or that, or feel this or that. There seems only to be two holes for us, as members to fit, according to society. Round or Square, we are pegged into one or the other, even if we are a bit oval, or a bit rectangle. Hammered into one or the other, m...
Walking hand in hand you and meForgiveness given the only key Allowing love into our heartGives us both a brand new start Things from our past cast awayToday can be a brand new day Trusting ourselves can set us freeWalking hand in hand you and me Glancing into each others eyesFeeling happiness lets us rise High above the pain and guiltAs one our lives can be rebuilt I holding you while you hold meWalking hand in hand you...
I notice you standing on the corner, looking lost. As I make my way over to you, I notice your sparkling blue eyes on the verge of tears. "Are you okay?" You look at me, and the tears escape. "I'm all alone." I stop fully and whisper back, “No, you're not.” I can see the fear and uncertainty on your face and in your eyes. I take your hand and say, "Come, walk with me, tell me what's wrong." You say nothing at first. We j...
A perfect man I am not, hell, I don't know if I really want to be.Hearts have been bruised, whilst in dark festivities I revel.Mostly I have had good times, but occasionally filled with strife. Grey hair, wrinkles and lines on my face make me a unique trainee.I am a work in progress, I have walked many times with the devil.Marching to my own drum, not following the player of the fife. Over the years on this earth, on occa...
Prologue:With permission, my response to a poem written by a friend to all here on Stories Space. This Is Me: by wildrose_girl.My hairs too long, my body too short. You have what was given you, by the genetics' court. When I laugh really hard, sometime I snort. I hope one day, to hear you laugh and snort. My belly too round, my backside too wide. What should it matter? Stand fast with pride. No matter what I do I can neve...
Sometime showing glitz and glamour, the cover of a book deceives. When opened and read, the wordsshow no sparkle, or sex appeal. Judging a book by its cover alone, does not let you see what is within. When we first meet another person,it is very much the same. Judging by their appearances alone,the real person can be missed. What appears inside can surprise! A heart of gold, full of love and caring,a real gem, full of sci...
I wished I was a flower underneath a great big tree,But then a dog would come along and shower me with wee.I wished I was a chestnut tree with lots of lovely conkers,But kids would come and nick my nuts and that would drive me bonkers.So I wished I was a schoolie living in the ocean seas,But a fisherman would catch me and then cook me with some peas.So I wished I was a beer that was icy cold and ace,But a lager lout would...
Many great ideas are accidents--so are melodies and first lines of poemsand how about the dreamsyou bump into in the middle of the nightthat wake you with what you need to know.Sometimes, heading west, blinded by the glaring sun,you barely miss a head-on crash and stop,hands on the steering wheel, learning what a gift your breath is.And some mornings sitting here,the movie of my life plays backwardsand looking at the scr...
Two hours.Too fast.From the first embrace “hello” to the last kiss “goodbye.”There is just not enough time.Still an eternity with you would not be long enough.You were born 20 years too late,or I too soon.I can pretend that I’m younger,but I’m not.I can’t give you what I wish,or what you deserve.But, I’ve already given you my heart.I am honored by your presence,as I shine in your smile.If we never share our bodies,I still...
